This is in response to the Daily Post: Childhood Revisited
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.
The earliest memory is hard to pinpoint as I have lots of vague non chronological memories floating around. For instance, I recall moments of exhilaration where I was in the child’s seat on the back of my moms road bike or “helping” rake leaves by sitting in the wheel barrow. I also remember crisp fall days and falling asleep rocking in the tire swing when I was a toddler, or the way my swimming floaties scratched my skinny arms when I had to slide them on.
There was a serious event that happened when I was 3 years old. My Nana was visiting our home. I recall seeing what looked like a red tic tac on the floor and quickly putting it into my mouth. It did not taste as well as I’d hoped but I persevered nonetheless and managed to get it down. I started to feel not so good so I pulled on my moms pant leg and when she bent down I told her in my three year old language that I’d just eaten an unidentifiable object off of the floor. I guess pride’s not really a thing when you’re 3.
As expected panic ensued. It was believed that I had eaten one of Nana’s blood pressure medications and I was rushed to the hospital. An absolutely horrendous drink was forced upon me over and over until I began vomiting. Being 3, I was used to having very little body autonomy, but this was a bit much. They kept me overnight and then let me go home. There were shots, putrid tasting drinks, and my throat was on fire. I would avoid tic tacs until I was well into my teens.